I couldn't let the day go by without saying that my Dad would have been seventy today. He died in 1994 when he was 59 and there was so much living left to do.
Category: life
Confinement
Being confined indoors most of the day, just the four of us, is reminding me of the days when my children were wee and most of our weekends ...
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Deborah, who still doesn't have a blog, sent me some photographs of her place for posting "to make everyone else feel better about...
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I spend far too much time reading blogs. I’m sure you all agree it’s a shameful, compulsive disorder. So I’m cutting down. I’m going on a dr...
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I have a few friends who are currently choosing baby names, so the topic has been on my mind lately. Not long after I met P, he told me that...
1 comment:
Well my mother died last year so now I know what it is like to lose a parent. A sort of ache which comes backwards and forwards. My mother's 2005 catalogue for Hostas arrived recently and I can't look at it without the most terrible pain.
I'm glad to have known your father, Lesley, it makes an extra link in friendship when one knows the family.
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